Yona

You won't find safety in a fingered tablecloth

Idle hands awake only when I'm trying to talk

A blow down lingers, stings, I'm smarting from the kiss

It hurts to know you know the words to talk like this

Downpulled by advertising needle lies you sew

Hastily, like everything, of course the hem still shows

A fascist, you hum

And I figure what it means

Angled, positioned blindly

By something doing with me

I'm gone before I go